The deep voice sighed and said, "I'm just afraid that when the time comes, you will repeat the mistake of being a father and be sad for yourself." ”

The young voice said: "Daddy values love and righteousness, and he can't bear to break off his brotherhood, so he gave Aunt Ying to his good brother." But I'm different. My life with this universal heart is only a one-sided relationship. For the sake of Ah Lu, I can't say that I can only let this god surnamed Pu go to see the king of Hades unknowingly. No poison, no husband, you won't regret it if you are decisive!"

The deep voice sneered and said, "My son has been promising, and he will become a great weapon in the future, and I am very comforting to my father." It's not too early for you to go. Be careful yourself!"

The young voice said, "I have arranged everything, it is foolproof, it is best to bring the hearts of the people to fruition in the inn, if not, take a step back and say that I can also lead him here, and let him be buried alive with his companions." ”

A third voice next to him suddenly interjected: "Don't worry, the little butler has no omissions, when he fought with the white-clothed man yesterday evening, he hid his true cultivation, and the surname Pu definitely didn't expect the little butler to have a strong mana, I can't see the result that the little butler can be surnamed Pu in the inn." ”

After listening carefully, Chao Kun felt that this voice was very familiar, and it should be the clay figure Zhang Huan who tricked himself into the trap.

A deep voice said, "I hope so." I think that when the hearts of the people arrived, his companion surnamed Hun was almost dying. With the two of you working together to deal with the hearts of the people, I am expected to be very sure. Then there is no need for my father to continue here, I will go back to Confucius Mansion and wait for your good news. ”

The young voice said, "Daddy go slowly, please go back to the house and wait for good news." ”

After a while, the voices above faded away, and it was clear that all three of them had gone their separate ways.

When the Mixed Kun heard this, he already understood most of it. Fang Cai's young voice was most likely Zhang Xiaojia, and that deep voice seemed to be his father, Zhang Dagui, the head of the Confucian Mansion. And the person they were going to deal with turned out to be the future son-in-law of the Confucian Mansion, the only son of the Great Black Heavenly God. But they just recognized the wrong person, and misunderstood Hong Zheyan into the hearts of the people, and even Zhang Xiaojia had murderous intentions towards Hong Zheyan in order to pursue Miss Kong.

The chaotic kun smiled bitterly again and again, this is really a disaster that fell from the sky, and the ground made waves. But I was trapped in this dark quagmire and couldn't get out. Is it all just a matter of course, and you can't do anything about it?

He had a lot on his mind, but he never had a good solution. Suddenly, I thought of the blue-shirted young man who had just appeared in Zhang Xiaojia's room, who was he? The people of the Confucian Mansion nominally wanted to deal with Tuxingsun, but in fact they didn't seem to care about Tuxingsun at all. So who is this lone giant Tuxingsun? Could it really be that blue-shirted boy?

Time is passing slowly, whether it is slow or not, but it is fast but it also makes people anxious to wait. The mixed kun was buried deep in the soil, unable to move, and felt that the entire Luofeng Cliff Valley was silent, silent, and the silence was simply terrifying.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of footsteps on the ground in the distance. The sound was very subtle, and only the natural ear power of the mixed kun, and it was buried in the ground, could hear the sound of the small footsteps.

"Someone is finally here!" Chaos Kun hoped that this was Hong Zheyan's arrival, because if he didn't come, it would mean that Zhang Xiaojia had already succeeded in the Qihuang stack, and Hong Zheyan had already been killed. However, if Hong Zheyan comes, it will increase Yicheng's worries, can Brother Hong see through the tricks of the clay man Zhang, or even crack the earth-based spells of these people? This is really not death, but most of the time it is death.

But what the chaos didn't know was that the footsteps were not Hong Zhenyan, but the footsteps of the blue-shirted young man. He was casting a spell, tapping the ground with his toes, walking fast, but he was a little out of breath, because he was still carrying a white-clothed boy on his back, it was Hong Zhiyan.

Hong Zheyan was picked up by the blue-shirted young man, walked out of the Qihuang Stack, and rushed straight to Luofeng Cliff.

He lay on the back of the young man surnamed Gao, feeling that this young man was carrying a person on his back as if he were nothing, and he was still walking fast, obviously with profound magic skills. Hong Zheyan couldn't help but praise: "The little brother's handsome kung fu is really lightweight, coming and going like the wind, and he still has everyone's demeanor!"

The young man surnamed Gao smiled slightly, and said: "It's cheap for you! If we weren't in a hurry, we had to arrive at the Luofeng Cliff as soon as possible to find out the truth, I wouldn't have carried you!"

Hong Zheyan saw that he spoke arrogantly and softly, and there was no lack of shyness in his heroic spirit, so he smiled unconsciously: "I don't know whether to say something or not, little brother, don't be angry." ”

The young man surnamed Gao nodded and said, "I'm not annoyed, you can say it!"

Hong Zheyan smiled and said: "I see that the little brother is young and extraordinary, but probably there is only one precious son like you in your mansion, who spoils you too much, but it looks like a girl's family!"

The young man surnamed Gao blushed a little, but fortunately he turned his back to Hong Zheyan and didn't let him see it.

Hong Zheyan saw that his footsteps were stagnant, and he didn't answer, and said in a daze: "Are you angry?"

"Not really. The young man surnamed Gao continued to run at his feet, and said: "Originally, people said that I came, I was born, and I can't change it." At this time, he had already run more than ten miles, and he inevitably sweated slightly.

Hong Zheyan suddenly smelled a slight aroma in his nose, looked around blankly, there were no flowers and plants around in the moonlight, and when he looked down and smelled it, it turned out to be a trace of fragrance from the snow-white neck of the young man surnamed Gao, which evaporated with his fine sweat. Isn't this body of fragrant sweat only a woman can have?

Hong Zheyan's heart moved, and he said secretly: "My God, could it be that this young man with a high surname is actually a girl?" Thinking that he accompanied him in the guest room for most of the night, and healed himself and washed his clothes, and now he is running all the way behind his back, men and women are not kissed, it would be embarrassing to let him really be a big girl!

The young man surnamed Gao did not notice the change in Hong Zheyan's heart. He ran into the dense forest of the Luofeng Cliff Valley, frowned and said, "This should be the Luofeng Cliff, and I don't know where the ambush arranged by Zhang Xiaojia is?"

While he was looking forward to it, he suddenly saw a person sitting under a big tree deep in the dense forest in front of him.

The man was in a felt coat and hat, and his hands were tossing and turning, and he didn't know what he was pinching. The moonlight here is obscured by the shade of the trees, and it is very dim, and it is impossible to see each other's faces clearly.

Hong Zheyan also discovered this strange person, and whispered in the ear of the young man surnamed Gao: "There is a person here, I think it is extremely unusual. You slowly approach him and see what he's doing. ”

The young man surnamed Gao nodded, and crept gently to the strange man from the side.

Three feet away from the strange man, he suddenly saw that he had put the thing he had finished pinching in his hand on the ground, and it was a small clay figure more than half a calf high.

At this time, Hong Zheyan and the young man surnamed Gao realized that around the strange man under the tree, there were actually more than a dozen small clay figures of the same height standing around, all of them motionless.

Hong Zheyan said softly: "Is he the Tuxing Sun?"

The young man surnamed Gao looked at it carefully, but his expression was grim, and he shook his head and said, "Absolutely not!"